Sarah Jones is a Tony Award-Winning Poet, playwright, and performer whose latest Broadway production, Bridge and Tunnel, was produced by Meryl Streep. She was the first artist in history to sue the Federal Communications Commission for censorship, and the lawsuit resulted in the reversal of the censorship ruling, which had originally targeted her hip-hop poem recording of “Your Revolution.”
[your revolution]
inspired by gil scott-heron’s “the revolution will not be televised”
by sarah jones
your revolution will not happen between these thighs
your revolution will not happen between these thighs
the real revolution
ain’t about booty size
the Versaces you buys
or the Lexus you drives
and though we’ve lost Biggie Smalls
your Notorious revolution
will never allow you to lace no lyrical douche in my bush
your revolution will not be you killing me softly with Fugees
your revolution won’t knock me up and produce
li’l future MCs
because that revolution will not happen between
these thighs
your revolution
will not find me in the
backseat of a Jeep with LL
hard as hell
doin’ it & doin’ it & doin’ it well
your revolution will not be you
smackin’ it up, flippin’ it, or rubbin’ it down
nor will it take you downtown or himpin’ around
because that revolution will not happen between
these thighs
your revolution will not have me singing
ain’t no nigger like the one I got
your revolution will not be you
sending me for no VD shot
your revolution will not involve me feeling your nature rise
or helping you fantasize
because that revolution will not happen between
these thighs
and no, my Jamaican brother, your revolution
will not make me feel bombastic and really fantastic
have you groping in the dark for that rubber wrapped
in plastic
you will not be touching your lips to my triple dip of
French vanilla butter pecan chocolate deluxe
Or having Akinyele’s dream
A six-foot blow job machine
You wanna subjugate your “queen”
Think I should put it in my mouth
Just ‘cause you made a few bucks
Your revolution will not be me tossing my weave
Making believe I’m some caviar-eating, ghetto mafia clown
Or my givin’ up my behind just so I can get signed
Have someone else write my rhymes”
I’m Sarah Jones, not Foxy Brown
Your revolution makes me wonder, where could we go
If we could drop the empty pursuit of props and the ego
Revolt back to our Roots, use a little Common sense
On a Quest
To make love De La Soul, no pretense…but
Your revolution will not be you flexing your sex and status
To express what you “feel”
Your revolution will not happen between these thighs
Will not happen between these thighs
Will not be you shaking and me faking between these thighs
Because the revolution, when it finally comes, is gon’ be real
